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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.