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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.