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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.