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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
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,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.