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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.