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 Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blues Magoos to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.