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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.