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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gichy Dan 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
ABC,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.