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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Morten Harket 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.