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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.