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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Monks to the disco 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.