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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.