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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Zapp,
Fear,
World's Most,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.