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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Skaos 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.