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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.