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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the funk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.