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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.