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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.