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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.