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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.