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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.