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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.