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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.