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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.