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 Kingdom 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.