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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.