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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.