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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.