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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.