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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide 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 The Star Department to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.