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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Ludus,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.