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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.