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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.