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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.