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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.