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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.