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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.