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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
PIL,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.