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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.