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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.