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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.