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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.