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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.