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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.