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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.