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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.