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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.