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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Cluster,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.