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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.