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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.