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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.