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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Y Pants 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Television,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.