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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.