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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.