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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.