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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
MDC,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.