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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.