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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.