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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
10cc,
New Order,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.