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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.