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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Hoover,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.