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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Symarip to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.