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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.