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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
UT,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.