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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.