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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.