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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Pole,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.