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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.