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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.