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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.