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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.