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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.