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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
X-102,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.