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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.