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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.