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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.