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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.