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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
MDC,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.