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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Crime,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.