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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.