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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.