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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May 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?
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
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The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
The Human League,
Magma,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.