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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.