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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.