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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Fear,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.