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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.