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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.