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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.