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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.