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 Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.