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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.