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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.