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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.