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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
UT,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.