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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.