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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.