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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.