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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.