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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.