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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.