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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Oneida,
The Names,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.