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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.