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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.