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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Residents to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Brick,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.