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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.