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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.