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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.