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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.