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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.