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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.