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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
cv313,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.