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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Lyres,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.