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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.