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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.