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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.