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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.