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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.