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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.