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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Pole,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.