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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.