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 Cape Verde 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.