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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.