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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Lower 48,
ABC,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Chrome,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.