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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.