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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.