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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Pole,
DNA,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.