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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
the Germs,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.