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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.