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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.