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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.