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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.