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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.