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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.