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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.