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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.