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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.