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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.