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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Index,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.