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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.