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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
cv313,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Scientists,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.