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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 10cc to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.