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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.