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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.