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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.