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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.