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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Japan to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.