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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.