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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Section 25,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.