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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Urselle,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.