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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Japan,
Rakim,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.