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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.