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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.