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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.