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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.