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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Whodini,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.