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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Nas,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.