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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.