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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.