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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.