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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Can,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
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.