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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.