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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.