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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.