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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.