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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.