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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Television,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.