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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Magma,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.