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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.