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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.