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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.