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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.