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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Can,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.