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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
The Move,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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.