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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.