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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Television,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.