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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Intrusion,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.