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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.