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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.