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 Brazil 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.