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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.