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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.