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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Qualms,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Pylon,
X-101,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.