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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work 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?
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.