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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.