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 Marshall Islands 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.