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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Ossler,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.