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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.