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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.