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 Hungary 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.