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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.