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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.