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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.