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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.