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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.