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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.