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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 New Christs,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.