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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Nas,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
The Index,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.