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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.