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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
AZ,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.