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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.