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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.