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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.