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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.