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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.