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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.