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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.