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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.