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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Alton Ellis 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.