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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.