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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.