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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.