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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.