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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.