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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.