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 Costa Rica 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.