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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.