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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.