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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.