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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.