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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.