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 Moldova 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.