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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.