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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.