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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.