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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.