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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.