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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
UT,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.