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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.