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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.