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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.