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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.