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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
ABBA,
June Days,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Nico,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.