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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.