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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.