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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.