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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.