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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.