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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.