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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.