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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.