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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 The Trojans to the crunk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
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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.