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 Serbia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.