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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.