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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
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.