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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.