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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.