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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.