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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.