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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.