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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.