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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.