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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.