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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.