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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.