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 Maldives 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.