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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Monks to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.