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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Qualms,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.