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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.