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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.