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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Motorama,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.