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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Crime,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.