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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.