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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.