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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.