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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.