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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.