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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.