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 Palau 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.