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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.