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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.