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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.