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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.