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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.