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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.