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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.