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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.