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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.