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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.