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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.