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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Toasters to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.