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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
a-ha,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.