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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.