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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.