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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.