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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Ludus,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
UT,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.