Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.