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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.