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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.