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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.