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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.