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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Nas,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.