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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
The Gories,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.