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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.