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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.