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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.