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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
World's Most,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.