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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.