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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.