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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.