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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.