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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Can,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.