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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.