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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Symarip,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.