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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Index,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.