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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Q65 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.