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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.