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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.