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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.