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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.