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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.