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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
The Index,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.