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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Qualms,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.