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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Can,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.