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 London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.