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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.