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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.