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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.