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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
X-101,
Rekid,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.