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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre 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?
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Television,
X-102,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.