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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Slave,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.