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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.