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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.