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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.