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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.