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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Nico,
The Human League,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.