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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Supertramp to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.