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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.