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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Grass Roots 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.