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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.