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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.