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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.