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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.