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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.