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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.