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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.