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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Television,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.