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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Mars,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.