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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.