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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.