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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.