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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
MDC,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.