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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Chrome,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.