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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.