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 Burkina and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.