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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.