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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.