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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.