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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.