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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Franke,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.