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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
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.