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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.