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 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.