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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Quando Quango to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.