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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Index,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.