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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Fear,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Wire,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.