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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.