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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.