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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Magma,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.