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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.