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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Pop Group to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.