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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.