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 Paraguay 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.