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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.