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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.