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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Section 25,
Japan,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.