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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Faust to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.