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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
New Order,
a-ha,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.