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 Fiji 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.