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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 LL Cool J 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.