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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.