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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Franke,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.