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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.