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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.