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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.