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 Austria 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.