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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.