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 Djibouti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.