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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.