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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Smog,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.