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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.