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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Index,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.