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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Gong,
Can,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.