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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.