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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.