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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
UT,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.