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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.