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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.