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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.