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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Mars,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
This Heat,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.