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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.