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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.