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 Tunisia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.