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 Malawi 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.