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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.