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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.