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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.