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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.