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 Korea North 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.