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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.