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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.