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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.