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 Bangladesh 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.