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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.