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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.