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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the funk 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
cv313,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.