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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.