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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.