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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the crunk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Visage,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.