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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.