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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 sitar 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.