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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
CMW,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.