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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Index,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.