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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Monolake,
June Days,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.