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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.