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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.