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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.