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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.