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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
The Fall,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.