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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.