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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.