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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.