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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
AZ,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.