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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Martian to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.