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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.