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 Haiti 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.