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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.