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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
The Evens,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Television,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.