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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.