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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.