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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.