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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.