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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.