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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
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.