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 Palau 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Brick,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.