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 Peru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.