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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.