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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.