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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smoke to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.