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 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.