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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 New Order to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.