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 Egypt 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.