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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Graham Central Station 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Cymande,
the Slits,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of 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.