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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.