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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.