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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Fear,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.