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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
X-101,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.