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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.