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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.