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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.