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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.