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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.