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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.