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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.