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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.