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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.