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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Talk Talk to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.