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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.