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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.