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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.