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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Ossler,
New Order,
MC5,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.