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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.