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 Albania and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.