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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.