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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.