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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.