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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.