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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.