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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.