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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.