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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.