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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Technova,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.