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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.