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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.