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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Franke,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
New Order,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.