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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
10cc,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.