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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.