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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Cameo,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.