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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.