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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Black Sheep 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.