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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Nico,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.