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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.