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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.