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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.