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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.