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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Wire,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.