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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 theremin 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.