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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
the Association,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
The Slits,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.