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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.