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 Botswana and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.