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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.