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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.