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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Wire,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.