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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
The Sound,
June Days,
John Holt,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.