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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth 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?
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.