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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Smog,
MDC,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.