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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
The Move,
The Index,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.