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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Pagans,
PIL,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
June Days,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.