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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.