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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.