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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.