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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Durutti Column 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Main Source,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.