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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.