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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.