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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.