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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.