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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.