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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Magma,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Television,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
New Order,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.