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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Christs to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.