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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the disco 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.