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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.