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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.