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 Rwanda 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.